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1、【英文文学】The Camp Fire Girls at Half Moon LakeCHAPTER I Indian SummerTwo girls were following a narrow trail.About them the woods were scarlet and flame, golden and bronze, and in contrast the blue-green depth of tall pine and cedar trees.Down a steep hill the trail led; on either side a thick underbru

2、sh of wild grapevines and blackberries that twisted and sprawled, showing shriveled clumps of seed pods where formerly the fruit had ripened.One of the girls, wearing a corduroy costume of hunters green and a tam-o-shanter of the same shade, was carrying a rifle, while over her shoulder hung a brace

3、 of rabbits and half a dozen quail.8Following close behind her the second girls costume was of the same character, a short skirt and coat with leather leggings and high boots, but of dark blue.“Do you think we are lost, Gill?” she inquired cheerfully.Her companion shook her head.“Well, as David Murr

4、ay says, we are where we shouldnt be and dont know where we are, but I should never call that being lost, would you, Bettina?”Grasping a small birch tree firmly so as not to be obliged to continue her descent, and forcing Bettina to imitate her example, Gill turned halfway around.“To get down this h

5、ill and find our camp before dusk I suggest that we follow the fashion set by The Waters at Lodore. I am not sufficiently literary to recall the exact lines of the poem, I leave that to you, Princess, but there was something about their dashing, splashing and tumbling, something quick and active, an

6、d in contrast to our methods for this past hour. Farewell, valor at present is the better part of discretion, to transpose the axiom.”9As she ceased speaking, releasing the slender young tree and bracing her feet together, Mary Gilchrist began to slide down the steep incline.In the heart of the Adir

7、ondack forest it was now early in the month of November and about four oclock in the afternoon. Overhead the sun was still shining and the sky a warm blue, yet from the ground arose a light mist, playing in and out amid the underbrush and the bases of the trees, ethereal and evanescent, the floating

8、 draperies of unseen fairies holding an autumn carnival.Bettina Graham continued her downward progress more slowly and cautiously.Over the trail beech leaves and birch leaves and the long fingers of the pine had blown in little drifts of amber and green which, mixing with the decaying wood and wet e

9、arth, formed a slippery aisle.Ten minutes elapsed before Bettina rejoined her companion. She then discovered Mary Gilchrist seated upon an overturned log, her gun and game on the ground beside her, her hat in her lap, while she shook bits of brushwood, twigs and leaves from her hair and removed them

10、 from her apparel.10The autumn sun shone through an arch of branches overhead on the red-brown of her hair, on her eyes so nearly the same color, on her healthy, lightly freckled skin, and her full, irregular lips.“I am glad the turn in the trail concealed the latter part of my prowess as a mountain

11、eer, Bettina. I certainly came down swiftly enough toward the end. In fact, I had hard work holding on to my rifle,” Gill announced, shaking her head a second time so that a bronze leaf slid on to the earth. “But if I lost my dignity I did not lose my gun or game.”“You are not hurt, are you, Gill?”

12、Bettina asked, looking with admiration and amusement at her companion.Then as she shook her head:11“Do you know, Gill, it has been a curious fact in our Camp Fire life together, living as we have for the past few years in different places and under such a variety of conditions, to find here and ther

13、e one of us discover the environment for which she must have been intended. Vera Lagerloff and Alice Ashton, for instance, were at their best when doing reconstruction work in France. You, Gill, were very busy and useful over there, and yet no one has known the real you until these past few weeks in

14、 the mountains. Yet why should this be true when you lived all your past life in the western prairie country until your desire to drive a motor in France led you to join our Camp Fire and help with the relief work?”“I sometimes feel that I have not yet found my true environment. Do you remember the

15、wonderful new play Tante read aloud the other evening, Beyond the Horizon, whose theme is that each human being must live in harmony with his own nature, else he will never find happiness or success?”Mary Gilchrist smiled.12“I remember it after a fashion, but, Bettina dear, please dont ask me to und

16、erstand literary subtleties. You know there is no one in the world who cares less than I for books, although to my shame I confess it, but I dont believe I ever read or studied voluntarily save when I thought it my duty. Every interest with me is an outdoor interest and I confess I have never loved

17、any place so well as these Adirondack forests. Somewhere in my past I must have had an Indian ancestor, not a squaw, but a great chief who roamed these hills, hunting and fishing, sleeping and living outdoors when it was possible, because I feel at present as if I never wished to do anything else, e

18、xcept perhaps see my friends and family now and then. But enough of conversation, Bettina, woodsmen or woodswomen we have been told were a silent race and we must learn the law of the woods. What I really would like to know is in what direction we should travel to reach camp in the shortest length o

19、f time. We have been following a deer trail I believe that has led us nowhere. However, we cannot be many miles out of the way. We must move now toward the west, and, Bettina, lets not separate again, you know you have no sense of direction once you are more than a mile away from camp.”Unable to dis

20、pute this assertion, Bettina Graham, who was beginning to grow tired while her companion appeared as fresh as when they set out, followed obediently beside her.13A half hour longer they walked, Gill rarely hesitating, although keeping her compass in her hand and glancing at it occasionally, when sud

21、denly both girls stopped short.They were not alone in this portion of the woods. Not far off some one else was moving, finding the way slowly and uncertainly.Mary Gilchrist glanced at her rifle, which she carried with skill and assurance.“I cannot imagine who can be in the woods at so late an hour.

22、I must try and find out.”Placing her fingers on her lips the girl uttered a shrill, clear call.Silence.A moment later she repeated the call.Then both girls heard a voice shouting in a tone of mingled terror and relief.“I have lost my path. Wont some one come and find me? I can never manage to reach

23、you.”The girls exchanged glances.“A lost knight in the dark forest, Bettina! Well, these are the days when women are the modern crusaders, so let us to the rescue!”14Not many minutes after, the two girls came upon a young man of about twenty lying gracefully outstretched on the ground upon a fragran

24、t bed of balsam, with an open book in his hands.As Bettina and Mary drew near he arose.“I was resting,” he explained, “knowing that you would have less difficulty in discovering me if I remained quiet in one spot.”His manner was so self-possessed and self-assured that Bettina smiled, observing, howe

25、ver, that Gill appeared annoyed.Small wonder! Their faces were flushed, their clothes covered with brambles from their search, while he showed no sign of discomfort. His hair, worn longer than was usual, was of a bright gold, his skin pallid and his cheeks slightly sunken, making his long, curiously

26、 shaped gray eyes more conspicuous.“Yes, one can see you have not disturbed yourself,” Gill returned. “Yet if you wish to be out of the woods before twilight, you had best make some effort. Fortunately I discovered the trail we were seeking while looking for you. Please follow me.”15She turned sharp

27、ly and moved off, her figure vanishing between the trees, every inch of her body alert, vigorous, almost boyish, with her rifle and game over her shoulder.Nevertheless the newcomer glanced at her with an expression of disapproval, while his eyes sought Bettina for sympathy.“I am a stranger in this l

28、ocality,” he explained. “I intend spending the winter at a cabin in one of the clearings. Long, long is the autumn dream in these corridors of heaven,” he quoted.“Yes, I know,” Bettina answered; “still, I think it might be just as well not to discuss the beauty surrounding us for a short time and fo

29、llow our guide. You cannot depend on me and I am sure you appear to be an equally unreliable woodsman. Gill,” Bettina called, realizing that Gill was walking more rapidly than usual and that they might be forced to run rather than lose sight of her.Out of breath they both were when finally they caug

30、ht up. A few yards farther on, the path broadened, leading between an avenue of sugar maples raining golden leaves.16“You have been hunting,” the young man remarked in an effort to induce Mary Gilchrist to behave as if she were aware of his existence.The fact was too obvious to require an answer, no

31、twithstanding Gill nodded.“Do you actually mean you have shot and killed those pretty little things yourself, those gentle, furry rabbits with their soft eyes and cotton tails and the quail one can hear calling to one another with their sweet, throaty notes? The wild animals one might be willing to

32、destroy, although I scarcely think that fair in their own haunts. Surely a portion of this world should be reserved to them as well! But even when one reconciles oneself to the idea of a man hunting, the thought of a woman or girl being willing to kill is beyond my conception.”Bettina saw the hot co

33、lor flood Gills cheeks, saw her bite her lips.17“Well, you may now broaden your conceptions! I have been hunting since I was a little girl, was taught by my father a good many years ago. Do you know I have an idea, that were we to invite you to have dinner with us to-night, no one would enjoy the ga

34、me I have just killed more than you. There are so many people in this world who like to sentimentalize and leave the hard work to others, while they enjoy the results. You were quite willing to remain on your couch of balsam needles this afternoon while we scoured the woods in search of you. Your pl

35、an is an excellent one, so long as it is successful. Never do the difficult or disagreeable tasks; always find some one to do them for you.”Ordinarily gay and sweet tempered, Bettina glanced at the younger girl in surprise.If Gill were wounded by the strangers speech, her revenge had been swift and

36、sure. Evidently her point had struck home, since, although he appeared angry, he made no reply.By this time they had reached a spot so near their camp that Bettina herself recognized the environment.A white birch tree stood alone in a small clearing, rising thirty feet in the air; on this autumn aft

37、ernoon the foliage was still so dense that one could barely see the light between the thick branches. Their path led past this tree only a few yards away.The three of them paused.Issuing from between the leaves came the note of an animal, or bird, wild and plaintive, yet unfamiliar.In an instant Mar

38、y Gilchrist loaded her rifle, lifted it and fired.The same instant Bettina gave a quick cry of warning. The next a small figure fell from the tree, limp and headlong as a wounded bird.CHAPTER II Half Moon LakeBettina had the little figure stretched out with the head sloping downward and was opening

39、her first aid kit with trembling fingers when the others reached her.Blood was staining the little girls Camp Fire dress and bright crimson sweater.“Get me some water at once, I dont believe the wound is serious. You can trust me, I am studying surgery.”Bettina was gone for several moments.On her re

40、turn she saw that the little victims eyes were open and that she was attempting to talk. The wound had proved only a flesh wound and the shot had not lodged in her arm, notwithstanding, their new acquaintance was making a careful investigation.20A few feet away Mary Gilchrist stood, never having mov

41、ed, or offered a word of apology, or of fear, or remorse. The face was an odd one, animated, filled with color and life; it was charming, yet once the color and animation departed, except for the fine eyes, the face was plain, the features were so irregular, the nose sky tipped, the lips too full, t

42、he chin revealing more character than beauty. Extremely pale, her expression at present was more sullen than sorrowful.“Let me walk back to camp, I should like it better,” the little girl insisted, when Bettina and the stranger had volunteered to carry her. Her arm was bound and hung in an improvise

43、d sling.Not many yards further on the smoke of a camp fire could be seen in the late afternoon haze.The small procession walked three abreast with Mary Gilchrist a few steps behind.21“We, too, plan to spend the winter in the Adirondacks, with our Camp Fire club, our guardian and a few relatives and

44、friends,” Bettina explained. “We have a beautiful camp on Half Moon Lake, but you will soon see for yourself! The arrangement is a good deal of a surprise. After a summer in England1 we intended to make a trip through Ireland, but after a few weeks found the country so unsettled we decided to sail f

45、or home. Most of us were really very glad. I was, because I had discovered this little girl in Ireland by that time. Chitty I told you was a Lancashire girl, the daughter of a miner. She lived with us in England and then ran away with her father to Ireland, so we never expected to see her again. Her

46、 name is really Elce. Chitty is a queer, Lancashire word that means a tiny, black kitten and was a title the miners gave her, as their mascot. But the name does not suit; Chitty is a blackbird and has a magical voice.”Bettina Graham smiled down at the little girl of about twelve years of age, whose

47、uninjured arm was slipped through hers.“We are now in sight of our camp. See, is it not lovely as I said? The Indians call this locality Place Where the Storm Clouds Met in Battle with the Great Serpent. We call our camp, Tahawus, which means cloud.”The young man whistled softly.22They were descendi

48、ng a low hill, sparsely covered with beeches, poplars and birch trees and a few evergreens, where but the thick growth evidently had been cleared away. The hill led down into a narrow valley, a broad stripe of shining ribbon. In the center lay a lake upon which a motor launch and several row boats were washing softly to and fro. Beyond Half Moon Lake rose an extraordinarily high mountain with files of spruce trees stationed like sentinels up and down. Over the mountain at this hour showed the first pale glimmer of a crescent moon. About